CHAPTER 585: CHAPTER 584: PUTTING ON A MYSTICAL SHOW?

Du Jun wasn’t a impulsive person; only in front of Yun Ran did he seem like a useless middle-aged man.

But outwardly, his shrewd competence quickly returned, and he wouldn’t say anything until he understood the current situation.

To these people, his tone carried regret that Yun Ran was entangled by resentment, but his eyes were filled with amusement.

Du Jun inwardly sneered. If he hadn’t followed Master Yun into the Death Mountain,

perhaps he would have been a little flustered too, worried that the hard-won relationship would fracture.

However, having witnessed Master Yun’s methods and those of her powerful apprentice-to-be, he knew that this so-called possession by resentment was nothing to worry about for Master Yun.

With such a secret thought in mind, Du Jun naturally remained calm, confidently seated in the position designated for the Sihui Sect.

He leisurely drank the tea placed in front of him, taking just one sip to realize that these were definitely premium goods, treasures money couldn’t buy.

The Great Elder of the Sihui Sect glanced at Du Jun: "Looking at you, you seem to have great confidence in Master Yun?"

Only five people came from their side this time, excluding Du Jun, the other four were all influential figures within the Sihui Sect.

If Du Jun hadn’t successfully negotiated with the Qingfeng Temple, he wouldn’t have had the qualifications to be here.

"Rest assured, Great Elder, Master Yun is unfathomable..."

Du Jun didn’t finish his sentence, but the Great Elder of the Sihui Sect understood and instantly joined him in leisurely sipping the tea.

The folks from the Special Administration Bureau helping out looked at this unexpectedly ’harmonious’ scene, each realizing they had truly broadened their horizons.

"They say there’s no way to satisfy everyone’s tastes, yet this kind of scene is truly rare. Yun Ran, it seems, deserves to have come out of our Special Administration Bureau, capable of handling any demon or celestial being!"

Their experience at other banquets of various mystical sects could never match everyone sitting down so ’harmoniously’ to ’chat.’

The ’supporters’ at the moment concealed their accomplishments and reputation, redirecting most people’s emotions and inclinations, making them abandon any mischievous thoughts.

As the time approached, from the highest bell tower of the Qingfeng Temple, nine deep chimes sounded one after another.

The eyes of those who were enjoying themselves were all drawn to it.

Not sure if it’s the natural energy of the Qingfeng Temple or the bell’s innate grandeur,

in any case, everyone present could feel the energy within their bodies resonating as if responding to something.

The large bell atop the bell tower looked pretty ordinary, not particularly striking.

But as the bell tolled, they slowly realized that this bell was anything but simple.

"This must be a magic artifact, truly eye-opening; this is my first time seeing such a large magic artifact!"

"It doesn’t seem mundane. The sound of the bell is filled with immense righteousness, capable of suppressing evil."

"Indeed, our previous speculations were correct; the Qingfeng Temple surely has depth, otherwise, how could they afford to hang such a treasure in the bell tower!"

...

Those harboring a hint of jealousy felt that sourness in their hearts swell once more.

If it weren’t for the news about Yun Ran’s upcoming demise holding them down, they would’ve let their tongues loose.

After the bell’s chime ceased, the birds on the nearby mountain peaks of the Qingfeng Temple began flocking over.

At this moment, they didn’t possess much spiritual wisdom, but they knew to seek fortune and avoid misfortune.

This bell seemed like a calling, prompting them to gather and circle above the Qingfeng Temple.

"My gosh, even a hundred birds paying homage!"

Before they could fully digest this auspicious phenomenon, the great seal Yun Ran had embedded underground previously was also activated.

As the great formation of Qingfeng Temple opened, a radiant beam of recognition from the Heavenly Dao descended upon its Taoist legacy.

While everyone was left gaping in amazement, Gu Yuan brought forth the master of ceremonies for the mountain-opening ceremony, and loudly announced, "Please welcome Master Yun Ran of Qingfeng Temple!"

As this sound resonated, Yun Ran slowly rose from the ground onto the high platform.

The robe she wore seemed black and white, yet that beam of light from the Heavenly Dao fell directly upon her.

The black and white robe instantly radiated a myriad of colorful glows and a soft, lustrous sheen.

Once Yun Ran’s entire figure ascended, a child wearing a similar robe appeared beside her.

Eighteen little papermen arranged themselves in a special formation, encircling Yun Ran and the child.

Sparks from the purple heavenly thunder danced around them, while a Buddhist chant resonated in the background...

In that instant, after an initial daze, everyone felt as though their minds went blank yet again.

It seemed like instead of witnessing a Taoist mountain-opening ceremony, they were watching an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Even Gu Yuan, who expected Yun Ran to make a grand show, was somewhat bewildered by the current atmosphere.

After a long while, people began to recover, but they couldn’t help swallowing hard.

Whether it was due to sheer awe or a budding sense of fear toward the current ambiance,

their murmurs had significantly lowered in volume, audible only to those nearby, with the rest barely able to hear them.

"Is this the incredible little paperman everyone talked about before? Indeed, extraordinary, it even released purple heavenly thunder!"

"Relying on a hidden clan is really different; even owning such magic artifacts. Hmph, if I had such magic artifacts, my achievements would never be lower than Yun Ran’s!"

"Tsk, all just for show, that robe is clearly a costly custom order, now Yun Ran is radiating brilliance all over, but it’s all just technology and cunning tricks.

Also, regarding that Buddhist chant, who knows how many speakers are installed around the platform to create such surround sound..."

The extent of the bitterness in these statements was only known to them.

As Yun Ran was being fervently discussed by everyone, she remained with her eyes closed, feeling the resonance between the Taoist legacy and the Heavenly Dao.

Once the Buddhist chant slowly faded, Yun Ran finally opened her eyes.

There were indeed many speakers around the platform, but they hadn’t been used at all throughout.

No one believed what had transpired in front of them was real, which was beneficial for Yun Ran.

Her Taoist legacy had emerged under everyone’s eyes, yet no one believed it.

Yun Ran’s gaze drifted toward the bell tower not far off. The big bell was the Hunyuan Bell, and its sound could resonate throughout all places under this Heavenly Dao.

After the ninth toll, it signified that all life under this Heavenly Dao had become aware of the Qingfeng Temple’s existence.